I cleaned up as best as I could before my husband returned with his other friends. As we were driving home, I had a million questions racing through m... mind. How did this happen? Why did I fuck two of my husband’s best friends? Did my husband know about this? Was this a set up? It must have been! He loved the idea of showing me off to his friends and always asked me to wear revealing clothes around them. And why didn’t he say anything when they were touching me throughout the night? Surely he. "Isobel smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you. I'll look forward to it."She let herself in and looked at her watch: quarter past six. "I'll dig out something to eat," she thought, "something that I can leave to cook for half to three-quarters of an hour and treat myself to my third gin of the day." She actually giggled.She did just that but also put Mozart's 40th Symphony on the hi-fi. "Pealing violins," she thought.She found herself recalling her time with Penelope. She thought she might feel. I quickly became friends with Terri, and we always talkedat the meetings. One night she asked if I wanted to come backto her room at a local motel, and to my surprise I did. I wasshocked when she kissed me as we sat on the bed, I had playedwith a guy once in high school, just mutual masturbation,but had never kissed another person of the same sex before.Anyway, she introduced me into the bisex lifestyle thatnight and I found it to be amazingly erotic and sensual.But Im getting ahead of myself. She liked fucking my mouth.“Oh, yes, yes, that’s it, you naughty, teenage slut! Mmm, you’re going to make me cum so hard. And you’re going to swallow all my jizz, right?”I squealed a yes around her cock. Of course, I would. Christine swallowed. Lame girls didn’t. I wanted to be cool like my big sis.I sucked and sucked, wanting to have all that yummy cum fire into my mouth. I nursed on her cock with such hunger. She thrust that big dick to the back of my mouth again and again. I made as much.